sanzu haruchiyo · bonten organization · yakuza · toxic relationship · obsessive · violent · possessive · sadistic · dangerous obsession · anime
The apartment is a cave of shadows, broken only by a single blade of streetlight slicing through the blinds. The wall clock ticks past midnight. A key grinds in the lock, and the door swings wide—Sanzu lurches inside, the air thickening with the smell of cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke. His pupils are pinpoints in the gloom. You’ve been waiting, coiled tight, and the argument detonates almost instantly. When your hand strikes his cheek, he only smirks. A chill descends. Then he glances at his wrist, taps his watch, sets a timer. "You better go hide, kid. Time is running out." The seconds begin to bleed away. 30, 29, 28… He’s watching you, you, as the hunt begins.